Beyond The End (my Landlady Noona) の小説・ストーリー

" More than once, I almost thought she could see me. But in the end, everything remained nothing more than a one-sided conversation. One day, the sun was shining brightly when her camera was accidentally knocked to the floor. Just like that, the final piece of her memories was destroyed. Olivia stood there, frozen for a long time. Then she completely broke down. She screamed and cried uncontrollably. "No! Don't leave me!" The medical staff couldn't restrain her, and they had no choice but to give her a sedative. She was forced into a deep sleep for several days. When she finally woke up, she didn't continue screaming. Instead, with a hoarse voice, she stared into the empty air where I stood

His Possession. THE END.

However, none of my hands suffered any surface wounds. Ian pulled Jewel gently into his arms when a nurse's aide passed by to prevent Jewel from being bumped into, and he continued speaking without looking at me as he focused his eyes on Jewel. "You can have that villa in Oswin Gardens, and pick any car from the garage. I'll get someone to transfer both assets to your name. "Come home once you're done pretending to be sick. You’ve not given me a massage for the past three days. Is this the way a wife should act?"

My roommates. I scrambled, shoved Grant’s note deep into my drawer, yanked my robe tight, and sat at the vanity with lotion, pretending to moisturize like nothing was happening. The door flew open a few seconds after. “Guess who the latest Cinderella is?” Katie’s voice carried, mischievous, loud. I froze. Then remembered—shit. The dress was still laid across my bed like a glowing secret. “Nova the Nerd turns Nova the Baddie,” Lena crowed, eyes widening as she swept toward it.

She bravely asked. “Sure. There’s a line outside, that’s the back.” He pointed to a sliding door across the entrance. Ciara timidly brought her bags to the couch, checked the outside of the sliding door and caught her breath. The yard was beautiful. It seemed someone tended to the plants and flowers. Renzo noticed her reaction, mesmerized by the garden outside. “The landlady is retired. She’s next door. She likes maintaining the garden.” He explained as he walked over to his closet, pulled his shirt off, and rummaged for a clean shirt.

She finally wiped her tears and started to make arrangements for my funeral. Anna knew me well. She buried me in a peaceful, beautiful place. There was even a small wooden cabin nearby, something I had once mentioned. A quiet house by a flowing stream, all I ever wanted was a simple, loving home. On my cold tombstone was a picture from my college days, smiling brightly, looking carefree and happy. Anna touched the photo, choking on her words. "Emma, in the next life, let’s be best friends again. This time, I’ll protect you, okay?"

The world around us fades into oblivion leaving just the two of us under the moonlit sky cocooned in our own happy bubble. The End ==================================================== Bonus chapters coming soon. Thanks for reading! Kellisa Kelly

Ryle’s eyes glistened, just for a moment, before he nodded. “That’s all I needed to know.” Rain had started again, light but steady. Lily walked blindly through the streets of Boston, her umbrella forgotten, the city lights blurry through her tears. She’d broken something. Maybe not with a kiss. But with a silence. With a hesitation.

Alessio carried him up the stairs slow, steady, secure each step echoing the same truth: The story was done. The war was over. The ending was good. And in the doorway of their bedroom, Noa whispered the last line of their entire journey: “Alessio… welcome home.” THE END.

Yet, despite the overwhelming opposition from the Kingston family, she remained firm—she wanted Lucas to marry me. One afternoon, during the wedding preparations, Lucas took Grandma Eve and me for a stroll in the park. As we reached a slope, she scribbled a note, saying she was thirsty. Lucas hurried off to buy water, leaving me to watch over her. Then, suddenly, her entire body tensed. Her eyes locked onto something in the distance, filled with urgent recognition as if she had just seen a ghost from her past. Alarmed, I gripped her wheelchair and scanned the surroundings. But there was no one.